Goldie

You’re in a hotel room on a hot summer night, lit by the neon signs flashing on and off outside. The room’s hotter than hell, and this girl’s even hotter.

Her name’s Goldie and she looks and smells like an angel. She’s not wearing wings, just that angelic perfume along with a pair of white lace panties, the only thing standing between you and heaven.

You’re lying spread-eagled on a heart-shaped bed, tight strands of rope cutting into your wrist and ankles. She’s stripped you naked but it’s not your bare flesh that you’re interested in right now, as she stands over you, every inch of her body standing out a mile. Your nose still hurts but your blood’s rushed elsewhere, your cock hard and erect, worshiping this golden-haired goddess.

She looks down to your cock, as her right hand moves down to her panties, and she lowers it inside, her eyes still focused on you. She moans as you see the outline of her slim fingers moving through the thin white lace, and your cock grows harder and harder. She smiles, as she climbs onto the bed and starts pulling down her panties, revealing her shaved pussy surrounded by the subtlest trace of glistening golden pubic hair.

She kneels over you, her perfect outline illuminated by the neon glow, her skin covered with a glistening sheen of sweat. “Would you like to pleasure me?” she says.